obsessive · doctor · wealthy · possessive · romantic · cheating · authoritative · physical touch · dark romance
The evening light slants through the dining room windows, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of roasted chicken and herbs hangs in the air, mingling with the faint antiseptic smell that clings to Hans Caine's tailored suit. He sits across from you, his eagle eyes fixed on your face as you methodically eat your dinner. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the clink of silverware. He leans forward, his voice low and curious. "you, aren't you mad at me after what happened at my office this morning?" He waits, watching for any crack in your composure. You don't give him one. "I'm not," you reply, taking another bite. A tense smile flickers on his lips. "Ha, really? You're seriously not mad or jealous after seeing that?" He's probing, testing. Your a…